The Gravedigger V (US) & The Better Men Than You. The Garage, Bergen. Norway.
(25/5/2013)
Last night was one of those evenings that
could have gone either way for me. Don't misunderstand me. The Better Men Than
You, local Bergen band with frontman Espen Egeland from the Tranceplants always
put on a killer, perfect show and a quick perusal of the inter-cob-webs
reveals some interesting live shows for the GraveDigger V on the YouTubes. I
remember some tracks from their incarnation back in the day but haven't heard
anything much since. Of course the sound is typical YouTube quality – sounding like
somebody had recorded it with the microphone inserted into a screeching cat. However,
it bodes well. It is just that I am not feeling it. You know – it is just one
of those Saturday nights. No amount of pre-gig warm up – living room pogoing
and primal screaming seems to help. Yes, I primal scream to get energy. I
thoroughly recommend it. Though not in a parked car with the window open, which
is another story, for another time. Luckily I was going to meet up with some
friends and the combination of my pal's ADHD energy (real ADHD, not just
Facebook giggle /smirk ADHD) feeding my own, and a pre-flight playlist of
garage disease and psychobilly, and I was hit with a wave of
"ready-to-rock". Come on. Let us do this thing.
The show began with a storming set by The
Better Men Than You. Espen's simmering aggression juxtaposed with a precise performance
is an amazing thing to watch. It is like watching 1000 angry wasps in a cola
bottle. If I were to pick another member who defines the sound, it would be
Ørjan on bass who ties the whole thing together. The glue melds the two disparate
guitar tones together. It is also the overlaying pulse, which pushes the drums
forward. They did what needed to be done and got off the stage much too quickly,
not answering the screams for encore – which is damned cool if you ask me.
The Better Men Than You on Facebook
The Better Men Than You on Facebook
So, after the bar-hitting and a quick tour
around the freaks and geeks that make up the Mojo Workout public – a distillation
of everything that is cool, a little unwashed, in rare but very occasions a
little smelly (but pretty), of the Bergen muso scene, it is on to the
GraveDigger V.
They start. It is, I have to say, a little
reserved to begin with. Leighton Koizumi takes to the stage with a certain paisley
swagger and a vibey intensity – like a 1960s Dave Grohl. After the first three
numbers though, something begins to happen. The near imperceptible liquidity that
happens when a band begins to work with the audience and sees the public's arse
needs a good kicking. The GraveDigger V accept and begin to kick. Everything
starts to move – including the pogoing and grooving front line near the stage.
I admit, yes, that was I, valiantly trying to combine a bit of both a swing, a
twitch and hop all at the same time. All right, I admit, it probably looked
more like a gorilla trying to find an area to relieve itself. That is just the
way I roll. All right? Then, as we near the finale things really start to cook
on gas. Everybody is moving and the temperature of The Garage has reached rock
and roll level. Yes. The Gravedigger V kicked the arse of the public and did
the job.
Another fantastic night from Mojo Workout.
Another fantastic night from Mojo Workout.
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